Hope: messages from the aliens during earth's time of transition

By Bonnie Meyer

This is a book about Hope, many people now don't feel there is hope but it is out there for you to find. Once you figure that out, what do you do with that information? This book suggests how to fit in and how to help other people find their path back to salvation. There is always hope but for each one it might be different. This book tells you, you have all you need to survive in troubling times. God has given us the gift of his Light and Jesus Christ to save our souls. Search, many my find a different way, but it is there if we ask and work at it. Once we find our path the book suggests how to stay true to ourselves and the Creator. It is not easy but with persistance we can accomplish what needs to be done. Hope is out there search and you will find it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jun 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9780578391359

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Preface

Bonnie’s Experience

I had never thought about UFOs until they were bought to my attention by my best friend, Edna, who got involved with a UFO group. I thought she was crazy, so I decided to investigate the group and gather all the information I could to prove her wrong. While preparing to visit the group, to my surprise, I found pictures of UFOs and a few books written about what they were.

After attending a few meetings, Edna and I started going out at night hoping to see a UFO. We saw many red lights in the sky, but further investigation revealed they were radio towers or lights for the airport. After a while, we started seeing lights in the sky moving erratically, making sharp turns and sometimes blinking out. After spending many nights out looking, we saw some alien ships hovering over trees—if I’d had a good arm, I could have thrown a rock and hit one of them. So, at that point, I knew the ships were real, but who was driving them? It took me a few years to find out.

Edna and I started going to UFO conferences. On the way back from a conference in Ohio, everything seemed to be going well—except when the gas mileage on the car doubled. It was a small car that had never gotten over thirty-five miles per gallon, but now we were getting almost seventy miles a gallon! Edna wanted to know how it happened and she demanded that her husband get the mileage checked.

Later we realized we not only had no gas problem, but we were missing time. Somehow, we learned that a UFO had picked us up and let us off many miles down the road. Edna and I decided we should look for someone to help us remember what happened during the missing time. Neither one of us had extra money to pay someone to hypnotize us. People were willing to do it, but they had only one weekend of training and I could not trust them.

Not having money for hypnosis, Edna, Russ, and I decided to go to a self-hypnosis class at the local technical college. During the class, the teacher taught us how to slow down our breathing and meditate. Then, when we were totally relaxed, he suggested we were in a fenced area and we should look around. To my surprise, I got bored and left the area to go out and watch the night sky. I wanted to visit the stars. At that point, the teacher called us back, out of meditation, and we realized where we were and we opened our eyes. He asked us to share what we had seen, but none of the other students had an experience like mine.

I have always been a quiet person and let Edna do most of the talking, even at times when I did not agree with what she was saying. After a while, we thought we knew everything about UFOs, so we started a group for anyone interested in them to get together and discuss what we were learning and seeing. Little did we know we didn’t really know much of anything.

About this time, a mother and daughter started coming to our UFO meetings from Fond du Lac, a town about thirty miles away. The nineteen-year-old daughter channeled¹ an Alien Being who was not just one person but represented a group of Beings who worked together. One evening in the spring of 1986, Edna and I went to their home specifically to observe channeling and see what it was all about.

I will call this Alien Being Anon, because he represented a group of Beings. A lot of questions were asked of him about a specific person. I observed everything intently to see if his responses were genuine or not, and what was said sounded genuine. I was still a little puzzled after the channeling, although I had less resistance than before.

For the first time, I looked at channeling in a different way. The young woman was not doing it for money and/or glory, because she was doing it very privately. Later, we went to hear more from Anon. I will tell you what happened that evening only as it relates to me, although many other people were discussed. This was what I now believe to be part of my wake-up call to my commitment for being here on Earth at this time.

At this meeting Anon told me that I was supposed to let someone speak through me. He said I should allow it, as I had made the commitment before I incarnated on Earth. NO WAY! I said to myself. I’m not going to let anyone else take over my body and say all sorts of things over which I have no control.

Anon also said he was helping an Alien Being called Monn learn how to speak English, and that she was doing very well with her lessons. She was just about ready to start her part of the mission. Again I said to myself, NO WAY, not me. Anon again said that I had made this commitment before I came to the planet and it was very important that I keep my promise.

After leaving their home, I became reflective and very quiet. Edna asked if I thought I could do channeling, and I said I didn’t know if I wanted to do it because I didn’t believe in channeling. What I find very interesting is that this mother and daughter stopped coming to the meetings after giving us this channeled information. People have been coming into our lives over the years and then disappearing.

The only channelers and psychics I had seen prior to this were on television and I thought they all had help from the sidelines. I decided to go to a local psychic and see if she would say the same things Anon had said. I would not talk to her about myself, so she wouldn’t have anything to use. She did not have much to say, and what she did say was wrong. She even had my children in the wrong birth order and told me about their marriages and what would happen to them. Needless to say, most of her predictions never happened.

Did I want to become part of this? Did I want the responsibility of making suggestions and sending people down a path that was not right for them? I knew in my heart that if you channel or you are a psychic or clairvoyant, you are responsible for anything that is said. I also believe you are responsible for anything you say that might influence anyone who is listening. In other words, if anything is said that has a negative impact on another person, you must take responsibility for your actions.

Now you can see the quandary I was in. I certainly did not want to channel the dead. What good would it do to talk to dead people, except to maybe help the person who was still alive feel better. Most of all, I certainly did not want to let an alien talk through me for any reason, as Anon had suggested. People would think I was crazy! After all, aren’t most channelers giving out information that is just garbage so they’ll look great? I was very skeptical about the idea of participating in channeling.

Eventually I accepted my assignment to be a channel, and after further study I started channeling various Alien Beings, including the Beings talked about in this book. But first I would like to explain a little about how much it was still bothering me. I asked Hank, who was my hypnotist, to help me with a problem I was having with channeling. There was some apprehension on my part. I told him I believed a person who does channeling has a responsibility to the people who receive the messages that come through. I knew something might be said during the channeling to someone that was not right for that individual. I worried I would be held responsible if what was channeled changed the person’s direction for this lifetime. Maybe I would not be held responsible in this lifetime, but I believed I would be at some point in time. No one has a right to interfere with the path each soul has chosen to take.

Hank asked if I thought the messages I was getting were harming anyone. I answered that I did not, because I have a close relationship with Monn and the other aliens I talk with. Hank said all I had to do was remember that I was in control of the situation; I could stop anytime if I felt things were getting out of hand. He told me I had the strength to do this. He said that if the messages did not seem right, I did not have to pass them on.

Hank stated I was like a flower opening up. Previously, I had remained in the background and let other people lead, but the time would come when I would take the lead. I knew if I kept God as my pilot, my guide in all endeavors, I would never go wrong. But I was still thinking, Why me? Why did this come to me?" I only wanted to be the best wife and mother I could be. But now I had to face the fact that at the soul level I had volunteered, promising to do more than I realized.

Missing Time

On one of the last trips I made to see the mother and daughter in Fond du Lac who channeled Anon, something very strange happened. Edna and I had already talked to Anon, who was channeled through the daughter, and he told me that I would be channeling, too. So, this time we were going to talk with them about what was going on in our lives. I wanted to let them know how our channeling was going.

The evening was very pleasant. The mother and daughter explained how they were being bothered by Beings from Orion. A lot of things had gone missing from their home, including a ring. They were upset and told the Beings they wanted their possessions back. It seems that everything showed up eventually, out in the open, where one or the other would have seen what was missing. I have had some of the same experiences, especially since I have been working on this book. Sometimes parts or whole chapters simply disappear. It is really surprising to find that whole channeling sessions disappear off a computer disk. This makes me think I should work harder. I find it interesting that someone or something would try to stall the progress of my writing.

As we were leaving, we said our goodbyes and got into Edna’s van. The time was about 11:45 p.m. As we were driving down the North ramp onto Highway 41, Edna was eating salty snacks out of a bag that was between the two front seats—Edna always ate when she drove so she could stay awake. When we were about twenty feet from the bottom of the ramp, I could smell the strong odor of cinnamon. It smelled like there was a fresh apple pie in the vehicle. It reminded me of coming home from school and smelling the fresh apple pies my mother baked in the fall with the MacIntosh apples from our trees. Edna and I both commented on the smell and wondered where it was coming from.

The next thing I remember was recognizing a local gas station on the south side of Oshkosh, which is about thirty miles from Fond du Lac. I commented to Edna on how quickly we had gotten there, and that I did not remember anything between the two cities. We had not done our usual talking about everything and nothing. As Edna reached into her bag of snacks for another bite she said, This is strange, the bag is almost full, usually by now it’s half gone.

The rest of the way home we talked about what was discussed at the meeting and what we were going to do the next day. The conversation came back to the cinnamon smell in the car, and we wondered if maybe something unusual had happened. I felt especially tired when Edna dropped me off at home. My husband was sleeping and I didn’t want to wake him, so I went right to bed without turning on any Lights.

The next morning, I got a call from Edna, asking if I realized what time we had gotten home. No. I went straight to bed because I was so tired, I answered. Edna explained that her husband was up when she got home and he commented about how late it was. It was about 2:00 a.m. He also asked if our alien friends had